My first sexual experience

My first time was when I was 19. That year, I didn't get into a top university, so I was preparing for my senior year of high school. I remember the education department didn't allow high school review classes, but the school still recruited over 180 students

to do so. To cover their tracks, the school set up a huge classroom in an abandoned warehouse behind the school cafeteria. Although many years have passed, I still remember how big the classroom was, in a secluded corner of the school. It was very quiet. At that time, we were all classmates who had failed the high school entrance exam. At eighteen or nineteen, besides the first stirrings of love, we were also just beginning to develop self-esteem. Everyone buried themselves in their studies, and each person's desk was piled high with review materials, like a little "fortress," where they studied diligently. Behind me was a girl named Yishan. She was a city girl.

At that time, my concept of a beautiful girl was very vague. I only knew that she was a girl with big eyes, long hair, and fair skin. In my mind, she was a beautiful girl. At the time, her studies were average. Whenever she had a question she didn't understand, she would gently tap my back, moving her "fortress" aside so I could turn around and explain it to her. Every time I turned around, I would smell her special fragrance, a scent that made me feel refreshed. After I explained something to her, she would smile at me, revealing her white teeth, and say, "You're so nice." Just those three words were enough to captivate me. I was like a fanatic, eagerly anticipating the moment she would gently tap my back during every self-study period.

These brief exchanges continued daily, and our relationship grew better each day. However, this ambiguous friendship remained. The turning point came when the education department conducted inspections, prohibiting primary and secondary school students from attending evening self-study sessions. All classrooms were without electricity at night, and some of us in the review class didn't come. A few studied by candlelight. The classroom was in a corner of the school, and the school didn't object to us studying by candlelight in the evenings. We both insisted on studying by candlelight. The huge classroom was sparsely populated at night.

To make it easier to ask questions, she would move from behind my seat to sit next to me. Her alluring scent made me restless and unable to concentrate on my studies. As the weather started to get warmer, she wore a sleeveless t-shirt, her fair arms looking as if they had been washed with milk. I couldn't resist peeking through the cuffs at her armpits, seeing sparse armpit hair and half of her small breast. Having never experienced anything like this before, I couldn't resist the temptation. My face flushed intensely, and my penis throbbed painfully, as if it were about to burst out of my pants. But I dared not do anything. I secretly squeezed my penis between my legs and gently rubbed it, inhaling the scent of the girl next to me, masturbating like this. She noticed my flushed face and trembling body and thought I was sick, asking me with concern. I quickly stopped.

This happened several times. I couldn't resist. One evening during self-study, I wrote her a note saying, "I like you, Shanshan." I mustered my courage, blushing, and gave it to her. She replied, "I like you too." Oh my god, I felt so happy I almost fainted. I didn't know what to do. I secretly glanced around at the other students; those still in the classroom were all engrossed in their studies and no one noticed us. I slowly pressed my face against her arm, smelling a unique milky scent. I couldn't help but kiss her arm. Then we both blushed and pretended to read. Actually, we both knew our hearts were pounding.

Once that started, the desires of young boys burst forth like a flood. Every evening during self-study, we sat together. From above, it didn't seem like anything, but our hands never stopped. The first time I touched her breasts through her clothes, the softness made my hands tremble. I didn't dare make any big movements, afraid someone would see. I just... I slipped two fingers under her sleeve, straining to reach her nipple. It felt like a perfectly firm, soft bean. Every time my finger brushed against her nipple, she trembled, like she was getting chills.

I kept pulling my fingers out from under her armpit until they ached so badly I could barely hold them any longer. Her face was as red as an apple, and sometimes she didn't even realize her nose was running. When she did, she'd wipe it away, embarrassed. My penis was throbbing, making a tent in my pants. I pulled her hand over and placed it on my penis, and a wave of pleasure shot from my penis to my brain. I was so sensitive then.

And the first time she touched me, her… She looked surprised and asked me why I was so hard. She was shy and didn't do anything except put her hand on it. At that moment, I felt very satisfied. Several times I tried to put my hand inside her waistband to touch her genitals, but each time I just reached her waistband, she blocked me forcefully, saying it was dirty and I couldn't touch it. After being refused several times, my curiosity became stronger than ever. I had read many novels about sex before, and to be honest, I didn't understand a lot of what they said. Some said that girls didn't have pubic hair. I thought about it for a long time. No pubic hair? Is the difference between them and men that big? Do they even urinate? Looking back now, it seems ridiculous, but at eighteen or nineteen, in the prime of youth, this little bit of budding curiosity... My feelings for her filled me with endless fantasies.

Finally, I had the chance to have my first intimate and uninhibited encounter with her, undisturbed. One weekend, it rained heavily. I hesitated about whether to go to evening self-study, but the thought only flashed through my mind. Shan Shan's fragrance deeply attracted me, and I couldn't miss any opportunity to be close to her. I braved the rain to go to school. The entire school was deserted as usual. I didn't pay much attention and went straight to our review class classroom in the northwest corner of the school. The classroom lights were off! Because of the heavy rain, not a single student came today! I walked into the classroom unwillingly. There were only desks and stacks of review materials. A feeling of disappointment immediately welled up inside me. Just as I was about to leave the classroom, someone called my name from the corner of the classroom. "It's Shan Shan!" I quickly went over and saw that she had lowered her chair and was sitting down, her face blocked by the tall review materials. She said to me with a wronged expression, "I thought you weren't coming today."

I excitedly hugged her, my lips landing on hers—so soft! I didn't know any kissing techniques; I just felt her lips like candy being sucked into my mouth. I could clearly feel our hearts racing. My trembling hand reached inside her clothes. Nineteen-year-old girls don't wear bras, only a small tank top underneath. I easily grasped her breasts; they felt like sponges, so hot. Her nipples were pressed against my palm. Although she wasn't fully developed yet, I could feel them hardening, rubbing against my hand. I kneaded them even more vigorously, feeling her breathing become heavier. Our lips intertwined tightly, her breaths growing stronger, the air hitting my nose—I greedily inhaled the scent! After

kneading her breasts for a long time, I slid my hand down to her waist, then tried to reach down from her waistband. Her waist was very thin, the slender type. My hand desperately reached down, touching a furry area... The place was her pubic hair. I was surprised; I didn't know girls grew pubic hair too. I tried to reach down, eager to know the amazing structure of a girl's genitals. But her belt was too tight, preventing me from going any further. Unwilling to give up, I pulled my hand back and clumsily tried to undo her belt. Due to nervousness and her slight resistance, she kept pulling my hand away from her waist, and I couldn't undo it several times.

I continued kissing her, then whispered in her ear that I loved her and wanted to touch her. She didn't object anymore, and I continued to undo her belt. This time I managed to undo it, and I eagerly reached in, slipping my hand through the sparse pubic hair. I touched her vulva; it still felt soft and tender, and it was already wet. What an amazing structure! The erotic novels I had read before described a woman's genitals as having a fleshy hole, and sex involved inserting the penis into this hole. I wanted to find this hole, but after feeling around for a long time, I only found indentations, not a fleshy hole.

It was raining heavily outside. In a corner of the campus, in our classroom, just the two of us, we continued kissing passionately. One hand caressed her small breasts, while the other explored her intimate area. I heard her breathing grow heavier, and her juices flowed more freely, wetting my fingers from where I had touched her. My penis had been erect since we started kissing, and by this point it was throbbing painfully. I pulled down my pants and let her touch my penis. She grabbed it, but it remained motionless. Not satisfied, I asked her to move it. She touched my penis with her gloved hand, but her fingernail scratched the glans, causing a sharp pain, yet I still felt intense pleasure. I couldn't take

it anymore. I stood us both up, and I had her lean against the wall. I wanted to make love to her like this. I knew nothing then, and it seems ridiculous now. Our pants were only pulled down to our knees, and because they weren't completely off, her legs could only be spread slightly. We had no experience; how could a nineteen-year-old virgin and a nineteen-year-old virgin possibly have sex in that position? Back then, I didn't know any better. I pinned her against the wall, and using my hand to guide my penis inside. The position was so awkward; my glans could touch her pubic hair, but even if I pushed further in, I couldn't penetrate. I could only rub against her vulva, but even that gave me unprecedented pleasure. She also felt very comfortable, trying her best to stay inside, but this position was too tiring.

She couldn't hold on for long. I wasn't satisfied and told her I wanted more. She tried to lean against the wall again, but I said no, take off your pants. At first, she refused, saying it would be terrible if someone saw us. I ignored her and helped her take off her pants, and I took mine off too. At first, we were just caressing each other, but now that we had our pants off, our two pairs of bare legs were intertwined again. Her legs were so smooth, and I felt a pleasure I had never experienced before. My penis immediately became hard again.

Looking back now, I really admire my sexual desire back then; the slightest stimulation would make me erect. I laid newspapers on the floor—four newspapers—to keep our clothes from getting dirty. I made her lie down first, then I pressed myself against her. At that moment, I didn't think about tenderness at all; I was only thinking about possession. My mind was filled with thoughts that what happened before didn't count; I was going to fuck Shanshan today, Shanshan was mine! So, I immediately began exploring the mysterious entrance. I had no idea where the vagina was; I just grabbed my penis and thrust it in randomly. I could see that Shanshan was in pain, gritting her teeth, but I myself didn't know where I was thrusting.

Several minutes passed without any result. It felt like my penis was about to break in the middle. I stopped, but my penis was still hard. It was my obsession with fucking Shanshan that kept it hard; I wasn't actually experiencing any pleasure. Later, I remembered a pornographic novel I had read called "Another Spring," where it described how when a man couldn't penetrate a woman, he would use saliva to lubricate her. I got really excited and immediately wanted to put some saliva on it. Fellow wolves in the garden might remember their first time. They were very nervous, their whole body was burning up, and their mouths were so dry they had no saliva at all. Because of the kiss earlier, their saliva had dried up, and they felt like their tongues were dry too.

I managed to smear some saliva on my penis, then groped around and started thrusting. The saliva lubricated, and I managed to push it into a hole. Later, I realized I'd found the right spot; actually, I didn't even realize I'd pushed it into her anus. A virgin's vagina is really tight, but I've forgotten the exact feeling. I was so excited, thinking, "I've fucked her! I've fucked Shanshan! Shanshan is mine!" But Shanshan screamed in pain and twisted her body backward. I quickly held her down. My penis finally went in, but she almost pulled it out again. I could see she was in a lot of pain; her facial muscles were contorted. Afraid she'd make a sound, I let her bite my pants leg. I thrust in and out a little more, and she twisted even more violently, biting my pants and making whimpering sounds.

I forced my body down on her, managing to thrust a dozen times, but she still managed to break free. She cried, begging me to stop, saying it hurt too much. To be honest, I didn't feel any pleasure when I penetrated her. I was too nervous, and seeing her in so much pain... I just wanted to have sex with her, and now I have her, but there's no pleasure, no ejaculation. A few hurried thrusts, and after my girlfriend's desperate pleas, I hastily finished. (

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